“Oh, now you want to play tough, huh? Don’t forget, I’m not the one with a dagger in my leg.” She grabbed the handle of the blade in my thigh and pushed it down deeper.
This time I couldn’t hold back my screams.
“That’s it, scream for me, Fe. Show everyone what a scared and frightened pussy you really are.” She pulled at the blade, pulling it up a little. Blood rushed out of the wound, my screams echoing through the chamber they put me in.
Marco came up behind her and pulled her off me. “If you pull that knife out, she’ll die. I shoved that shit pretty deep, it’s near her femoral artery and if I severed it, that knife is the only thing keeping her alive right now. You can’t pull it yet; I’m not done playing with her.”
Angelique’s bottom lip jutted out. “Don’t you want to play with me?”
Marco tipped her chin back. “Of course, Mi Malvada, but this bitch has it coming, and I want to fucking plant my seed in her before I leave her for dead.”
“You’re not touching me,” I yelled, battling the pain-stricken tears slithering down my face.
Marco moved forward. His slimy hands reached up my shirt and grabbed the nipple of my left breast, twisting it until it felt like he was about to pop it off. I cried out, unable to hide the pain.
“I can touch you as much as I want. Nobody knows you’re here and nobody’s going to come save you before I pull that knife out of that leg. By the time they get here, you’ll be dead, but it wouldn’t be fun for me if you were dead. Necrophilia isn’t my thing, it’s yours,” he whispered the last part in my ear creating an uneasy feeling deep down in the pits of my stomach.
I tried to block the image from my mind, but it came back full force, this time my tears were filled with fear and guilt, regret swirled around me as I tried to block out Alejandro’s cold, lifeless eyes staring blankly through me as Diego threw me down naked on top of Alejandro’s cold, dead body. A nervous shiver ran up my spine and I tried to think of something else—anything to keep that image from resurfacing again.
I began picturing Midas—the real Midas—the Midas that crawled out of a grave and resurfaced in my life when I needed him most. It’s almost like I could feel his gentle touch traversing my body. His beard tickled my skin—his inked arms wrapping around me until I’m enveloped in the safety of his embrace. I’d give anything to be with him right now, to trace that ink with my tongue or my fingertips and feel the man I love hold me once more. I can’t believe that he’s been in my life for almost three months and I didn’t even know it. I should feel betrayed and lied to, but in this moment, all that matters to me is that Midas is alive, and I’m praying he can hear my silent pleas and save me before it’s too late.
Marco walked across the room and grabbed Angelique. They started kissing passionately. I closed my eyes as his hands moved down her body, fitting between her legs. They may want me to be a part of this fucked up threesome, but I’m not a willing party, and there’s no way I’m going to watch this shit unless someone forces my eyes open.
Angelique’s erotic moans were like the grating squeak of Styrofoam being manhandled. I hated that sound; it was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard for me. The slapping came next, and I knew they were fucking.
“Aww look, the little prude has her eyes closed,” Angelique laughed. “I want her to watch, Marco.”
Marco was too busy grunting to care what Angelique wanted. He didn’t strike me as the type of man that cared about a woman’s wants. He only cared about himself.
I kept my eyes closed, blocking out the grotesque sounds coming from the other side of the room
“Yes, baby, fuck me!” Angelique yelled.
Then I heard Marco’s ferocious grunt as he finished inside of her.
“That’s all?” Angelique whined.
“Gotta save some for the queen, baby. You can’t have all the fun.”
I heard Marco’s heavy footsteps walk across the room. My eyes were pinched shut, and I refused to open them.
“Open your eyes, bitch. See what’s in store for you.”
When I didn’t open my eyes, he punched me in the jaw, I briefly opened my eyes, enough to see Marco’s hard cock close to my mouth. My jaw throbbed, but I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. I forced my eyes closed again, keeping my mouth even tighter.
“Time to see what a real queen tastes like, Bitch. Angelique, grab her head and force this bitch’s mouth open. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers before I take her pussy for a spin.”
No, I’ll fucking do anything but that.
I didn’t want him or Angelique anywhere near me. Angelique came up behind me, her nails digging into my face. I fought the pain, refusing to open anything that they wanted me to. I felt Marco’s breath against my face, his hand gripped the blade in my thigh, and he twisted it.
“Don’t make me pull this blade, Queenie, you won’t live if I do that. Open that mouth or I’ll force it open.”
My lips parted and I hissed as the blade dug even further into my leg. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to scream, my body wouldn’t do anything else.
“That’s it, baby, open that mouth so I can fuck it.” Marco grabbed my head, his cock inches away from my face. I couldn’t stop it; this was about to happen and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. They had won. Nobody was coming to save me. Every shred of my humanity was being stolen away from me, and there was nothing I could do except give in to their demands and hope I survived the night.
BANG!
The door to the room flew open, followed by a series of gun shots.
My eyes flew open, just in time to see Marco’s naked body fly across the room. Angelique cowered behind me, using my body as a human shield.
Ice stormed the room, his gun pointed at Marco. “Don’t make me shoot you, Motherfucker. All we want is the girl.”
Marco was standing in the corner of the room. He was hunched over abnormally, and for a second I thought Ice had already shot him, but I was wrong. Marco pulled out a pistol, whipped around, and aimed it at Ice, firing without warning. Ice barrel rolled into the room, kicking over the shitty lamp, causing the bulb to shatter the second it touched the ground. Suddenly the room was nothing but darkness. A second body entered the room, followed by a third. I could see their shadows as they entered through the doorway.
Through the darkness sparks of white light appeared out of nowhere, as guns were fired.
“Stop!” Angelique screamed, suddenly appearing by my side. “You shoot him, and I’ll pull this knife. It’s the only thing keeping her alive.”
A light switched on and I had to close my eyes because the lights above me were blinding. When I finally was able to focus, I found Cipher standing near the wall, his gun pointed directly at Marco who was wounded on the floor, gun aimed at Ice’s head. If Ice was afraid, he didn’t show it. His gun was pointed right back at Marco ready to shoot on command. Scythe, Switchblade, and Midas were in the room as well, all of them had their guns pointed directly at Angelique.
I stared at the man who had entered my life as a stranger, seeing him through new eyes. He may have been half the size he used to be, but I could see him for who he really was now.